Toi tois slash the wind,of grave echoes soulechoes sorrow,this should be long buried.Beside my works of painyou foundmemorieslost, embedded

Blood toils the soiland flesh burnsfires on the seaward breezeTangaroa lashes the shoreline.Papatuanuku mourns the separationfrom her lover, her lover still drapesfogs and rains around herpulls her close within.

Though far removed by childrentorn,spurned by lovers and hatersripped,she burns,she burns,this flesh burnsfires on seaward windscarry you homebring you home